Sweet Reincarnation

"Wow."

Pais raised his voice unexpectedly.

A voice that includes amazement, but whose meaning is close to touching.

"What do you say, Pastry, this is the king's capital. It'll be big."

"Yeah, it's amazing. I've never seen a town this big. There's a lot of people here."

The look of Pais, who slightly opens his glossy lips and opens his eyes, is childish and adorable for his age.

While his father smiled at it, he was holding back so as not to fall off.

Pais himself, while thanking you for that, wandered over there and twitched. Exactly, how you are yourself.

Give me even the city of Central Square, and the more noise I make, the more likely I am to shake off my father's hand.

It looks like a shaggy puppy.

"Apparently, it's the third day of the city."

"What is it, it"

"We make arrangements every day for what we sell in the city, except for the open-air dealers we've decided to sell. Around in seven days. Day one is the Iron City of weapons and protective equipment. The second day is Cloth City. Day three is food, and day four is Barrel City. Wood products in general. Jewellery and groceries are also set for sale. If you don't, you won't be able to clean it up."

"Heh. Oh, Father, there's a crowd over there. Let's go."

"Ha, no. I'll start by running errands."

"Huh. And there's so much good stuff out there."

Something that attracts the boy's attention, among other things.

It is brown sugar and fruit.

It is only natural that the Knights of Mortairn, my own hometown, is a very poor village in the countryside.

As soon as he was born, the memory of his previous life and his present self were mixed together. If you take it to him, it was a shock that there could be a land of starving dead just with a little inaction.

Instead of making confectionery, which is my dream, I have worked first on daily food and research into beans, wheat and fertilizers.

For its merit, it has recently become rich to the extent that it can be safely crossed even in the years of a few murders.

In fact, last year's cold weather saw neighboring territories flourish, with starving dead and selling themselves successively, while from Sir Mortairn's territory they survive without one starving dead or selling themselves.

The famous lord, and the knight's reputation has risen. The alias of his pro-food is also in admirable diffusion.

Pais was still doing authentic research and territorial remodeling with his father.

Still, I didn't forget my dreams. He wanted to make the best sweets one day, so it was perfectly natural to be blinded by sugar and fruit.

The goal is to make the territory a confectionery country.

However, it is just a child, as it is now, who flies his gaze with pleasure.

"Father, what is that?

"That's Bonca. It seems to be a fruit that can be picked in the north, so it's rare to see it around here. They say it tastes sour, and I haven't eaten that much either, so why don't I buy it as a souvenir on the way home?"

"Make sure you do!! (Wow, apples. An apple that seems to do the same. I'm impressed there's one in this world. Do you even make apple pie with that? Or tart. No, why don't you try candied first? But sugar is a luxury over here, and it's hard for me to say. Why don't you just beekeeping and get some honey and soak it up? Well, first of all, you have to try what flavor it tastes like raw. How sour is it? If it has a strong sweetness, it can be used a lot. This is a must have souvenir!!

He can hide his inner ecstasy for once.

Simply because of the rarity, the boy is seen from around, and there is a mix of laughter to stop the voice of the seller as well.

In the corner where open-air merchants connect houses, Pace remains blinded.

His father's eyeballs remain down.

The concept of tourism is scarce, and even in this world, where peasants are tied to land, there is once the concept of travel from and to other cities.

Merchants who do business, who come to sell crops, or to buy daily necessities, displaced persons who come to search for jobs, mercenaries who remember their arms, craftsmen and naives in workshops. And nobility.

From time to time, the king's capital is ruined by man.

For once, the Knight of Mortairn, who is at the last seat of the aristocracy, and his decree, are on their way to a place for their own ends.

While swimming a wave of people. While avoiding the carriage from time to time.

Destination location.

It is a place called the Chapel of the Episcopal Church.

Correctly, it's the ecclesiastical branch.

The Episcopal Church of Beauvaldea is a religion originating in Beauvaldea, the capital of the King, and designated as a national religion.

Therefore, the headquarters of the town centre and several chapels are present in the king's capital, and each chapel has its own priest, who carries out community-based preaching.

One of them. The two of them arrived at a branch church in the West End.

A church is a place to pray to God and the Spirit.

The act of prayer is a sacred act.

This is no different from any religion, East or West, ancient or present.

Even to the best of Pais's knowledge, he is divine, Christian, and Muslim.

So he had some sort of fixed concept in something called the Church.

It is a fixed concept that it is a quiet, harsh place.

The fixed concept seemed so brittle that the moment Pais arrived at the church he collapsed.

"Brother, don't you need a sack of hemp? My job is polite, so it's durable and long-lasting. I'll even put one in ten now!!

"Husband there, how's the trendy necklace in Wangdu now? Your wife will be in a good mood even if you cheat on her!!

"Fang Ma, Fang Ma, how's the skewer? I'll put aside the specially thick, delicious place."

A noise that stumbles on your ears.

In what can also be called a church yard, a large number of people are crying out to spread the cloth and even sell the items placed on the cloth.

"Why is the church on the market?

You can't help but notice that Pace overheard it.

It is only uncomfortable that the church, which is supposed to be solemn, is busier than the city in the town square if it is bad.

But it was his father who wondered about the pastry itself with such a strange face.

It is a childish reaction if you are interested or surprised where you first came from.

In my own case, I remember when I first saw this sight in Wang Du, I got excited.

In comparison, my son's reaction, which seemed surprising through calm, was terribly unnatural.

In the meantime, Sir Knight decided not to care that his son would be a grown-up, late calm, and decided to answer his son's question.

"The people who sell things here are the ones who have no commercial rights. So technically, this isn't the city."

"Commercial rights?

"The right to sell or buy things."

I knew about that on the boulder, Pais thought, but I stopped asking any more.

Because I didn't really want to snag my neck for anything unrelated to this visit to the King's Capital.

More than that, I was willing to finish my errands early, try the apple-like fruit of the example, and hope for what sweets it could be used for.

Wasting my time by poorly questioning my father here will only delay that pleasure and will be unintentional for Pais.

Though it was disproportionate for a seven-year-old to have as many heads as he could judge so.

Inside the church, there are no boulder-noisy merchandisers, and it's quiet except you can hear the hustle and bustle outside.

There was an atmosphere that overwhelmed the beholder when he opened the door to a sense of history.

The stone cathedral is full of cold, chilling air, which makes you feel strange and sacred. Dozens of people are spacious enough to fit in, and the ceilings are high enough to be possible even on three floors.

Arranged benches. It would be a four- or five-seater chair, but that was arranged in three rows and five steps.

The chair is on those with all the backs in the pais. That is, they are all lined up with their backs to the entrance.

Direction of the chair facing. There are steps in the front from the entrance, and a platform is set aside to make speeches as well.

It's all for the preaching of a great priest, not to mention the stage, but that's apparently not the chief guest of the church.

Because there was a painting so large that it could be clearly seen from a distance on the most conspicuous wall behind the table.

What is depicted is probably a spirit, but a four-pillar spirit who would have imitated a person has something in his hand. It can be fire or something like water.

How do you know it's a spirit, because it depicts you flying in the sky? Normal people in this world can't fly. Besides, there is no such thing as a feathered person.

There was a man approaching where Pais thought religion was profitable, etc.

"Welcome to Bovaldia Episcopal Church Bovaldia West Side Branch Church, King's Capital of the Divine Kingdom of Plowlich. Isn't this Lord Mortairn? Since your son's sacrament."

A priestly man who came by the father and son. The boy thought it was something he could say without chewing.

In fact, he is in priestly status in this church, a person commonly called a priest.

Around 40 years old, but beneath its eyes there was a neighborhood, with obvious fatigue in everyone's eyes.

If you look at the slightly thicker belly and the clothes that are decorated with black on a white basis, you want to give them the nickname Panda.

"I was out of time"

"No, you came all the way from far away territory. We can hear rumors of Sir's work. You think people were protected from cold damage the other day? Even as a church, I only admire the faith and vision of the devout Sir, the grace of God."

"Only if God and the Spirit bless you. And thanks to my son."

With the word that it was because of his son, the priest finally realized that there was a child beside Sir Knight.

Otherwise, it was hidden in a slightly larger body of casserole and I didn't realize it.

So much so, the child beside him was small.

To the church, surprisingly few parents bring their children. In particular, parents bringing small children are extremely rare.

Because it would be a disgrace to me.

Prayer times in church and listening to theories are extremely boring times for children. Even if you are a faithful devout child, it is close to corporal punishment even if you are just listening to it, such as a long sermon that doesn't make good sense either.

A child is something I don't like more than anything about standing still. One theory says it's because the physical time is many times different.

If he falls asleep, he is careless, and if he cannot be taken seriously, he is seen as a poorly behaved child.

If they ask you if you can't keep your child busy, the higher your position, the more you will blush.

If, among other things, you are in a position like a nobleman, shame, albeit a child, leads directly to immediate disadvantage.

That is why it is rare for children to come to church.

"What brings you to our church today?"

"Actually, I wanted my son to receive another liturgy."

"Ho."

There was a slight surprise in the priest's tone.

From his perspective, the boy beside Sir Mortairn looked too young.

So the priest thought of a simple sacrament. If it is a simple sacrament that ends only with a celebration, there is no more danger to the children than the sacraments of the book. But if that's the case, you shouldn't have to bother coming out to King's Capital.

"I'm thinking about this sacrament."

"Oh my God. With all due respect, are you serious?

"Whatever."

"I heard Sir loved your son very much, but not so much..."

Another ritual of holiness is also referred to as the ritual of adulthood.

Because if a mentally, mentally or mentally immature person does it, it can cause trauma to the mind.

Therefore, there are overwhelming numbers of humans who can give up “ritual favors” from the outset and complete them with simple rituals.

Casserole said that it would not be good.

Priest who was surprisingly observing Pais.

The leather bag that took its hand and placed it with a pong on the palm of its hand.

Soon after I realized it, Sir Knight had taken it out of his nostalgia.

"This is minor, but it's heartbreaking"

"No, I'm sorry about this. … I see, shall we do it quickly"

"Please"

A priest quickly ascertained the contents of the bag with a voice that seemed so sorry.

He had as good a procedure as to look at the coins he had in there and guess what he wanted to say.

What it means is, "Do it now because it's good”.

It's pretty tanuki from a change of attitude without saying anything. Even if it looks panda-like, it's tanuki.

Twenty silver coins were given to the priest by Sir Mortairn.

A currency that circulates near Wangdu, also known as Beauvaldia or Bob silver coins. Issued by the Royal Family.

It has a relatively high silver content and is the most famous currency in this country, which is treated as a sort of common currency.

Although the value fluctuates daily depending on the market, one can buy five bags of large bags of wheat. It is easy to understand when it comes to the amount of money a typical household can live for as little as a month.

I mean, that's a lot of money.

The priest showed a slightly exaggerated surprise, also because it is in his job to offer an acknowledgement worthy of the amount.

As a prehistoric, it is not a good idea for what is in the priesthood to be painted on appetite and monetary greed.

However, it was customary for believers to voluntarily give away some financial rewards during coronation ceremonies such as this one, since they did not live by eating the summer (blur) with church humans.

A quick story is a prayer.

Casserole is also aristocratic and in a position to be asked to perform abdominal arts.

I didn't give you silver coins without darkness, and there was a strong meaning there.

Summarizing the conversation between a priest with a lot of money and a priest who dared to look surprised.

"Never put your ass on the ceremony of your precious son."

"You can't neglect more than this."

be.

Adult conversation, hidden with a smile of whiteness.

"Then we're ready, too, so come here."

That's how a belly-black clergyman guides you to the back of the church. The two followers, who follow each other in silence, are passed into unfamiliar rooms after descending into the basement.

"Roar."

The unwittingly leaked voice of Pais's disgust.

Boy-like cuteness reaches people's ears in a true way on the contrary.

There was something unusual in the separate room where they took him.